He’s incredible inside her, long legs strong, deep moans and afterwards he holds her, blue eyes compassionate. She told him that after Eric she just wanted to feel alive again, and he believed her. He understood.

It was a lie. She can’t grieve for Eric; she doesn’t even believe he’s dead, really. But she wanted to fuck Dominic the day Eric died, wanted to fuck him at the funeral, had wanted him for months, long before the end.

And now Kelly has what she wanted. She’s horribly happy, satisfied and nauseous, her stomach burning with almost all the guilt she deserves.